Chapter 42

Back to the scene outside the intensive care unit, where Nie Rong was. At this moment, he was still in his hospital room, accompanied only by Secretary An and Nie Jiayu. Secretary An was braced against the door, holding a pistol, his eyes darting like a bird startled by the mere twang of a bowstring. Nie Jiayu, still young and unaware that male pattern baldness would be the greatest mid-life crisis of his future, was squatting by his grandfather’s feet, constantly pulling at his own thick hair. Every few moments, he would look up at his grandfather with eyes filled with a naive and foolish clarity. Naturally, being naive, it was only fitting that he had no idea what was happening.